On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

The cargo hold was packed with refugees of all races.

They huddled together in small groups in the corner, some holding children, some clutching their last remaining belongings, all with the same expression on their faces.

"Mommy, why do we have to leave home?" A child's innocent voice asked, filled with a naive understanding of the situation.

"Because it's not safe at home, we're going to a new place where there's no war."

"What about Dad? Why didn't Dad come with us?"

Silence followed.

The woman turned her face away, and it took her a while to turn back. Her eyes were already red, but she still managed a smile, patted the child's head, and said, "Daddy has something to do. He'll come find us when he's done."

But everyone could tell that these words were meant for the child.

The men all stayed behind to defend the country, leaving only the elderly, women, and children to be sent away first.

Ye Han took the initiative to ask about the situation, and these people were not resistant and were willing to tell him about their experiences along the way.

From their fragmented words, the whole picture of this war was pieced together.

The war was launched by the great god Caesar, who united the four races to launch a full-scale invasion of the G903 system.

The goal is simple.

This star system is rich in various rare mineral deposits and energy resources. For a power like Caesar that lives by war, resources are lifeblood, weapons, and capital for continued expansion.

All the civilizations that originally lived in this star system, whether or not they were involved in this resource struggle, were drawn into the war.

Once war breaks out, it is an indiscriminate attack.

Even if your planet is not among the targets, it will still be affected.

Life is only once. Faced with such a catastrophe, capable civilizations are desperately trying to escape, willing to pay any price to leave this star system that has become hell.

However, only a few manage to escape.

Civilizations with advanced technology at least have spaceships to use and can still fight for a chance to survive.

Those technologically backward planets, let alone spaceships, didn't even have time to form the concept of escape. They either rose up in resistance, using their flesh and blood to fight against energy cannons, or they could only stay where they were and wait to die.

Escaping by spaceship is by no means easy.

Civilian spaceships are insignificant in terms of speed and defense compared to regular fleets, and their survival rate is extremely low once they are caught in the crossfire.

The refugees in the cargo hold have already used up all their luck to survive until now.

After figuring out the reason, Ye Han left the spaceship and continued flying towards this star system.

"The Great God Caesar should be an ancestor of Kusa."

"No wonder the Rorowu were unwilling to follow Kusa and eventually had to withdraw." During the flight, the Rorowu people came to mind.

Mamaka, Bebeli, and their small tribe with only a few dozen members left.

He had wondered how a once-powerful and fiercely competitive nation could have fallen to a state where only a few dozen people remained.

Now he understands.

"They were either starting a war or on their way to starting a war. They fought for who knows how many years, and the Rorowu people were reduced to only a few dozen."

Caesar's war machine will not stop; it will keep grinding until everything that can be ground is powdered.

The Rorowans, as Caesar's most valiant yet most easily exhausted vanguard force, were destined to shed their blood in one endless war after another.

They thought they were fighting for glory, but in reality they were just cannon fodder for the greed of others.

By the time they realized what was happening and chose to leave, their tribesmen had already dwindled to an irrecoverable number.

"It's a miracle that a civilization could survive with only a few dozen people left after being wiped out by the time of Mamaka and Bebeli," Ye Han murmured with emotion.

While feeling moved, I was mostly puzzled.

In particular, I find Caesar's motivations very puzzling.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard the names Caesar and Cussa.

The fact that Queen Aiva and her race became like that was also influenced by them, and the second generation of Milon was also thanks to them.

Now, having witnessed this galaxy engulfed by war, Ye Han's impression of this existence has transformed from a vague concept into a concrete understanding.

A fighting nation that constantly waged wars, expanded its territory, and expended its lives.

But the question is, why? There are clearly better ways, so why choose to use war, a means that wastes resources and manpower?

There is never just one path for the development of civilization.

Resources can be exchanged through trade, alliances can be built through diplomacy, and energy bottlenecks can be solved through technological innovation. Any of these methods is more efficient, more sustainable, and less resource-intensive than war.

Caesar chose the bloodiest path.

However, Ye Han hadn't had time to delve into Caesar's matter yet, because the dense red dots on the system panel were still waiting for him to collect them.

"Forget it, let's collect the energy points first..."

After traveling for some time, Ye Han gained a deeper understanding of the unique civilization of the Great Luo Luo Clan.

At some point in time, he happened to pass by a planet inhabited by the Great Luo Luo race and stayed there for a while out of curiosity.

The Great Luo Clan is not a single race, but a combat civilization composed of four branches. Each of the four clans has its own strengths and clear division of labor, and in the long process of evolution, they have formed a perfect cooperative combat system.

The Great Luo Luo tribe consists of four tribes: the Luo Luo Wu tribe, the Luo Luo Meng tribe, the Luo Luo Gang tribe, and the Luo Luo Ge tribe.

The four clans share the same ancestry, yet each has developed distinct talents and abilities, much like the four main trunks of a large tree, each growing in a different direction, yet sharing the same roots.

Among them, the Rorowu and Roromon tribes are born warriors, possessing physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary intelligent life forms from birth.

Their bone density, muscle fiber structure, and nerve reaction speed all demonstrate a talent born for combat.

Between the two, the Rorowu tribe is superior.

They were the sharpest spear among the four races, and the undisputed vanguard of Caesar's army.

This race has accumulated a wealth of combat experience throughout its long history of warfare and has mastered the use of many powerful weapons.

What's even more frightening is that the warriors of the Rorowu tribe can also fuse with the golden bull horn to become the son of the God of War.

Once fully formed, it becomes the most terrifying force on the battlefield.

The Rolomon tribe, however, took a different route, with a different focus.

They don't possess the formidable offensive talent of Rorowu, but they do have a very special ability: super-strong recovery and damage absorption.

This ability turned the Roromon warriors into mobile defensive fortresses on the battlefield.

It can withstand direct hits from naval guns without dying, can self-repair at a visible speed after its vital points are penetrated, and can even actively absorb damage from nearby friendly forces.

He redirects fatal attacks that would have landed on fragile units to himself, then slowly mitigates them with his powerful regeneration.

Its defensive capabilities are remarkable, even surpassing the horn shields of the Rorowu people.